in a new year

from out of memory

She stirred the soup

and sang a song

that fell out of years ago

about a boy and a dog

I pushed pieces on the floor

toward and away from my shadow

He moved in cold

and sat at the table

The scent of winter washed

over where I crouched

He shuffled cards

and dealt them out

He spoke of fantastic castles

where magic must be real

She settled down

and watched his face

For a moment we all heard nothing

and I felt there was no past.

I turned my head to watch them

shift so slightly in their age

Reviews

[sirenribbon@thehptshirt..]

This poem has a special flow. Cheers

[mrbaxteria]

I love the kind of feeling you put in this poem. Most of all it is beautifully written.